The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, becoming a disciple of Yue Buqun.

A Huashan disciple saw Jiang Ning and immediately called out to him. The other Huashan disciples quickly stepped aside to let Jiang Ning into the pavilion.

"Senior brother!"

Before Jiang Ning even entered the pavilion, Lin Pingzhi rushed over and knelt down in front of Jiang Ning, his voice choked with emotion.

"Senior brother, Uncle Cheng is dying, please save him."

Jiang Ning glanced at Cheng Buyou on the ground of the pavilion.

Cheng Buyou was dressed in a tattered Taoist robe, and his body was covered in scars, making him look quite shocking.

As expected, something bad happened.

Jiang Ning's heart sank.

He had a bad feeling when Cheng Buyou and Lin Ping went down the mountain and there was no news of them for several months, and he didn't expect it to come true.

"Don't rush."

Without asking Lin Pingzhi and the other man what had happened, the most urgent task was to save them.

Jiang Ning walked straight to the pavilion and squatted down. Instead of taking immediate action, he first checked Cheng Buyou's condition.

Jiang Ning gently placed one hand on Cheng Buyou's chest, while reaching for the tip of Cheng Buyou's nose with the other, his brows furrowed.

At this moment, Cheng Buyou kept his eyes closed and remained motionless.

When Jiang Ning touched his skin, it was cold and his chest was flat. When Jiang Ning checked his breath, he couldn't feel any breathing at all, as if he were dead.

Fortunately, Jiang Ning could feel a faint heartbeat on his chest, though it was weak.

still alive.

Jiang Ning was relieved. He then grabbed Cheng Buyou's wrist, silently channeling a wisp of his inner energy into the other's body before withdrawing his hand a moment later.

Jiang Ning frowned.

That's too serious.

At this time, Cheng Buyou's external injuries were severe, but his internal injuries were even more severe. Many organs were damaged and ruptured, and many bones were broken, some of which had even shifted out of Cheng Buyou's body.

It's hard to imagine what kind of attack Cheng Buyou suffered during his descent from the mountain.

"Senior brother..."

Lin Pingzhi looked at Jiang Ning with trembling eyes, his gaze filled with a hint of hope and pleading.

Jiang Ning ignored him and began treating Cheng Buyou.

Jiang Ning grabbed Cheng Buyou's wrist and focused his attention on circulating his innate skill, slowly channeling small streams of internal energy into Cheng Buyou's body to heal his injuries. This process was long and agonizing.

A pure white aura emanated from between Jiang Ning's hand and Cheng Buyou's wrist.

Lin Pingzhi watched this scene nervously, not daring to make a sound that would distract Jiang Ning.

Half an hour later.

Jiang Ning had been channeling his internal energy into Cheng Buyou to heal his injuries and nourish his meridians. This process was even more strenuous than Jiang Ning killing someone.

However, it wasn't without effect. Cheng Buyou, who was originally weak and on the verge of death, still hadn't woken up, but his breathing was stronger than before, and his chest was rising and falling slightly, indicating that he was getting better.

At this moment, Yue Buqun, Ning Zhongze, and Abbess Dingyi rushed over from the West Peak.

After hearing about Cheng Buyou's accident, Yue Buqun rushed here. Upon seeing this scene, he immediately knew that Jiang Ning was using his Innate Skill to treat Cheng Buyou. His brows furrowed, but he remained silent and quietly approached Jiang Ning, waiting patiently.

Half an hour later, Jiang Ning stopped transmitting his internal energy. Just as he was about to continue with the second stream of innate internal energy, he was stopped by a hand next to him.

"Master?"

Jiang Ning turned his head and looked at him with surprise in his eyes.

He was so focused that he didn't notice Yue Buqun had arrived.

"I'll do it."

Yue Buqun didn't say much. After Jiang Ning got up, he took over and continued treating Cheng Buyou.

Yue Buqun first helped Cheng Buyou up and made him sit cross-legged on the ground. Then he sat behind Cheng Buyou and placed his hands on Cheng Buyou's shoulders to transfer his internal energy.

Previously, because Cheng Buyou's injuries were too severe, Jiang Ning dared not move him casually and treated him on the spot. However, after his treatment, Cheng Buyou's injuries improved a lot, and Yue Buqun was not afraid of aggravating Cheng Buyou's injuries when he straightened his sitting posture.

A surge of internal energy, white with a hint of purple, emanated from Yue Buqun's palms.

Feng Buping also arrived here, looking at the scene with concern in his eyes without saying a word.

Everyone remained silent, afraid of disturbing Yue Buqun.

An hour later, Yue Buqun withdrew his hand, and Cheng Buyou suddenly raised his head, spitting out a mouthful of blood with a "poof" sound, before collapsing to the ground.

Yue Buqun stood up with a frown.

Chapter 260: The Evil-Repelling Sword Manual

"Uncle-Master Cheng!"

Lin Pingzhi hurriedly called out to Cheng Buyou.

"Senior brother, how is it?"

Ning Zhongze walked to Yue Buqun's side and asked with a frown.

Yue Buqun shook his head: "It's not good. Junior Brother Cheng's injuries are too severe. Even after Ning'er and I treated him, we could only stabilize his vital signs and pull him back from the brink of death. But his injuries are still very serious. We'll just have to see if Junior Brother Cheng can pull through."

Upon hearing this, Feng Buping's face showed worry.

"Why not use my Hengshan White Cloud Bear Bile Pills?"

Master Dingyi took out a small bottle.

Yue Buqun shook his head.

"Junior Brother Cheng cannot be used yet."

Although Baiyun Bear Bile Pills are effective, they are also very potent and not suitable for Cheng Buyou to take now. Otherwise, this holy medicine for healing would become a deadly poison.

Yue Buqun frowned slightly as he looked at Cheng Buyou.

Now we can only leave it to fate and see how Cheng Buyou's will to survive goes.

"Uncle-Master Cheng, wake up."

Lin Pingzhi stared intently at Cheng Buyou, calling out to him repeatedly.

At this moment, Cheng Buyou's face regained a sliver of color, his breathing became weak, and his eyelids twitched constantly, but he still did not wake up.

After a while, amidst the wailing of several disciples, Cheng Buyou finally opened his eyes shakily. He looked around and found the surroundings familiar. Upon hearing the cries beside him, he turned his head and saw Lin Pingzhi.

"I'm not dead yet, what are you crying about!"

As soon as he woke up, Cheng Buyou's face hardened, and he scolded him.

"Uncle-Master Cheng!"

Faced with Cheng Buyou's rebuke, Lin Pingzhi burst into tears of joy.

The people outside the pavilion finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Junior Brother Cheng, how are you feeling?"

Yue Buqun asked with concern.

After reprimanding Lin Ping, Cheng Buyou finally noticed Yue Buqun and the others. Only then did he realize that they had returned to Mount Hua.

"much better."

Cheng Buyou responded with difficulty.

Yue Buqun said with concern, "Ning'er and I just used our internal energy to heal your injuries, but you have many wounds inside your body, and your bones are all misaligned. You need to rest well."

Cheng Buyou nodded: "Thank you, senior brother."

After saying that, Cheng Buyou planned to tell you about his experience of going down the mountain.

"Senior brother, this time when we go down the mountain..."

"Junior Brother Cheng, you should get some rest."

Yue Buqun interrupted him.

Ask Lin Pingzhi later; it will be the same.

After arranging for several Huashan disciples to escort Cheng Buyou back to recuperate, Yue Buqun turned to Lin Pingzhi, frowned, and asked, "Ping'er, you came down the mountain this time to move your parents' graves, how did it turn out like this?"

These words seemed to touch upon a painful memory for Lin Pingzhi, and he choked up.

"Master, we have encountered the Demonic Cult."

Lin Pingzhi's words caused everyone to frown.

Yue Buqun frowned and said, "What happened? Tell me in detail."

“Master, after my Uncle Cheng and I arrived in Hengshan City, we dug up my parents’ coffins and returned to Fujian. The journey was smooth, but when we arrived at our hometown, we found that our family’s ancestral graves had been dug up.”

Lin Pingzhi planned to bury his parents' remains in the ancestral grave, but when he arrived, he found that the grave had been dug up and the remains of his ancestors were left exposed in the wilderness.

"At first, I thought it was Yu Canghai's doing, trying to find my family's Evil-Repelling Sword Manual. Later, when I renovated the ancestral graves and went to the ancestral hall of the Xiangyang Old House to worship my ancestors, I accidentally found a kasaya with the sword techniques of my family's Evil-Repelling Sword Manual written on it."

Evil-Repelling Sword Manual?

Everyone was startled upon hearing this.

The Evil-Repelling Sword Manual was quite famous in the martial arts world some time ago; everyone knows that.

Yue Buqun frowned and asked, "And then?"

"Later, three groups of men in black suddenly appeared and took the robe away."

At this point, Lin Pingzhi's previously gritted teeth expression turned somewhat blank.

"They all said they were from the Demonic Sect, and that they were all after my family's Evil-Repelling Sword Manual. They even started fighting."

Three groups of men in black? And they started fighting?

Lin Pingzhi's words left everyone puzzled.